The hoof sound is so loud, the wheels are rumbling, and the empty streets are deserted.

The night was already deep, and the outlines of the trees on the roadside were blurred, twisting like monsters and monsters. A cool breeze blew from nowhere, permeating the coolness.

Qiao Hui frowned slightly and suddenly said, "No!"

Wu Dong was angry and said: "Why, are there monsters in the air?"

Qiao Hui said: "Brother Wu, do you still remember the last sentence Miss Gao said? If she said you don't want to die, don't go back to the Wu family! This is like some kind of reminder or warning."

Wu Dong straightened his back, subconsciously grabbed the steel knife beside him, and said suspiciously: "Can Shushan Sword Sect afford to win or lose, and plans to come to the door to seek revenge late at night?"

Qiao Hui shook her head and said, "I guess she didn't mean that!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold light flashed on the roofs on both sides of the street, and hidden weapons whizzed through the air. Countless darts, flying knives, and poisonous needles shot down the middle of the street.

The murderous intent fell from the sky, and there was no sign of a sneak attack.

Wu Dong shivered and immediately rolled on his side and dropped his carriage. He pulled his sword out of the sheath, but saw the sword light flying like white, and jingling and knocking many hidden weapons.

Pup! The strong horse pulling the cart was instantly shot into a hornet's nest, and a sad neighing sounded and fell down.

The next moment, seven or eight men in white rushed out of the dark place, all covered in black cloth, holding sharp swords, and surrounded Wu Dong in silence.

"Shushan disciple?!"

Wu Dong was intertwined with shock and anger, and a scorching and violent murderous intent filled his chest. He jumped up with one palm and swung his sword. He hated this despicable behavior of stabbing in the back, and never considered escaping his life, but instead broke the death of the fish.

poses to fight back.

The number of white-clothed sword guests was the best, but when the sword light was startled, they realized that their opponent had not collapsed and fled, but chose to fight to the death! They shouted in unison, and the sword trembled his wrist and stabbed, and the winding and thrust.

The sword light illuminated the night sky.

When! Snap!

The sword is like a stunning geese, and the man is like a tiger.

During the life-and-death battle, how can you react slightly slower? Where Wu Dong's swordsman fell, a white-clothed swordsman was cut off with his arm. The sword energy stretched through, and then cut the skin on his chest, blood gushed like

The white-clothed swordsman fainted in pain and fell to his head, probably not going to survive.

Wu Dong was displeased and surprised when he killed the enemy with one sword, and said in dismay: "You are not from Shu?"

How could there be a weak person who is qualified to represent Shushan Jianmen? To kill him, it is enough to send him two or three people. How can he fight? Although these swordsmen disguised themselves as Shushanmen, their sword techniques were varied and their levels were uneven.

It's more like a temporary pieced together gang, and it's definitely not a real disciple of Shushan.

The swordsman in the lead shot a fierce light and shouted muffled: "If you dare to ruin my Shushan, you will kill me!" The sword kept waving and slashed hard with the strong wind. The other swordsman's eyes were red and shouting loudly, almost at the same time.

He cut off at Wu Dong and blocked his dodging route.

Several long swords used killing moves together, and the strong wind roared, as if they were about to grind Wu Dong into meat sauce.

Dangdang! The sword light circles around the body, blocking the attack of the storm, and sparks flew everywhere.

Although Wu Dong's sword technique has been leaped, his internal strength has not improved much. He has been continuously blocking the enemy's heavy blows, and his arms are numb. The enemy's attack comes from all directions, unless he has three heads and six arms, otherwise

withstand?

The murderous aura is cold, and what is even colder is the heart of the people!

Wu Dong's heart is so bright that the sneak attacker is a local hero in Luoyang! These people disguised themselves as if they were disguised as a disguise, with the purpose of framed Meng Baiyi and the others after killing them, and let Shushan Jianmen take the blame. Such a vicious plot shows his human nature

The ugly.

Although Wu Dong showed his sensation, before him, nine people were defeated by Shushan sword, and were particularly incompetent by his glory, and became a laughing stock since then. In their hearts, Wu Dong was more hateful than Shu people. If Wu

Dong is still alive, and the stains of their lives will never be washed away. The so-called morality of the world is widely publicized when needed, and when not needed, it is worthless.

The sword light rose and fell without any hesitation. The cold and ruthless murderous intent spread across the long street, as if the cold winter suddenly came.

Wu Dong had no time to sigh and roared angrily and rushed out desperately.

The gold and iron roared together, and the warm blood beads kept splashing.

The fierce sound of chopping and slaughtering spread, and the whole street became colder and quieter.

In a blink of an eye, Wu Dong broke through the sword net, rushed to the street, and stood against the wall to avoid being attacked from both sides. Several additional sword wounds appeared on his body, and sticky blood gushed out, ticking to the ground, and the steel knife in his hand

Go straight forward, like a wounded tiger, burning in fighting spirit.

The Wu family men will not wait for death. Before they die, they must pull enough to cushion!

Those white-clothed swordsmen are not stupid, so how could they give their opponents a chance to die together? They slowly approach together like cunning wolves, with footsteps rustling and ruthless sword energy that was so heartless.

They don’t have to worry. Wu Dong is alone without foreign aid, and is injured and bleeding, so he can’t hold on for too long. Just using it can kill him.

Wu Dong bit his teeth secretly, kicked his feet hard, and rushed forward with a knife.

The sword light suddenly rose, and layers of sword light were already rippling and rolling. When there were several loud noises, Wu Dong was bounced back, and his back hit the brick wall with a bang, and countless cracks suddenly extended out of the wall.

If you attack the masses with few, you will have a huge difference in strength, and you can't even trade your life for life.

"Wu Dong, give up the knife and accept your fate! You can only sleep peacefully if you die."

"Bah!" Wu Dong wiped the blood foam from the corner of his mouth with his backhand, and said with a angrily eyebrows: "Your grandfather would rather die in battle than surrender to you bastards!"

"If you hand over the secret sword recipe and formula of the Wu family, we can spare you and not kill you."

Wu Dong laughed and said, "So you covet my Jinghong sword technique! Hehe, there is no sword score, there is a bad life, do you want it?"

The white-clothed swordsmen exchanged glances with each other. Since Wu Dong refused to hand over the swordsmanship, it would not be too late to search after killing people. He raised his sword at the same time in tacit understanding.

Wu Dong secretly committed suicide by dying, his true energy was running at full speed, and his knife spitted a slight white light, ready to burn his life and launch the last blow!

At this moment, the cold wind suddenly rose, and the four unprepared swordsmen suddenly stiffened, their eyes were inexplicably shocked. Clang! When the long sword fell to the ground, the four men fell softly, and their vests were all over.

A flying knife is inserted!

Four swords were fired in succession, and the swords were killed.

The other swordsmen turned around in shock and shouted, "Who is it?!"

The sword light flashed, and another swordsman was hit by a knife in his throat, his eyes bulging like a dead fish, full of pain and despair. He had obviously tried his best to dodge, but he still could not escape the fate of the flying sword soul.

In the end, the only two remaining swordsmen were scattered. Is this a ghost sword from the underworld? Without saying a word, he pulled out his body and jumped up, trying to escape from the place where death was favored.

The blade light flashed again, like lightning breaking through the sky.

Oh! Thumb! The two who lost their fighting spirit were bleeding from the knife and fell to the ground in a mess. While howling and crawling away desperately.

The situation reversed instantly.
Chapter completed!